Last October in Vietnam
After landing in Hanoi, I took a taxi to my hotel through traffic that never seemed to quit. Scooters and cars wove through the streets in a chaotic yet synchronized melody. When I asked a local for advice on crossing the street, he suggested raising my hand to signal drivers. I tried observing this technique, but it appeared to have little effect. Ultimately, I realized the only way through the madness is to breathe, keep walking, and trust you'll reach the other side. The scale of the country surprised me. Exploring Northern Vietnam, I encountered rolling hills, green valleys, and more buffalo than I could count. The local communities there are quite dependent on tourism, and I was frequently approached by vendors during my two-day stay. While it was initially difficult to find meals beyond the standard chicken or pork dishes, a bit of exploring and some help from Google led me to several healthy alternatives. I even found the occasional Bánh Mì shop serving tofu and vegetable...